PRELUDE
"I wonder if he'll love my new look," she whispered while applying lipstick.
She puckered her lips and contemplated whether she applied to much make-up.
The reflection, however, provided fewer details.
The sunlight which peeked from the minute holes in the ceiling gave little illumination.
The things in the room were all covered with dark linen, sprinkled with dust.
The room in itself was old, the wooden panels ravaged by time.
But that was the factor which attracted her, along with that bittersweet memory of her beloved fiancée ever since that day she came here.
And now, she will see him once again.
She remembered vividly every features of his face, from his cold dark eyes with tousled black hair to his carefully chiseled chin, even his thin flawless lips.
Recalling the ways he speak, act or think, she was lost in her own reverie.
As the door creaked when she closed it, her footsteps echoing throughout the marble hallway, she shuddered at the realization of what she was thinking.
This isn't the time for memories that have seemingly existed in a dream-like manner a life time ago.
She must not allow herself to lose composure now, ruining her plans when it already came this far for such confrontation.
She reminded herself to enjoy and take heart the importance of this day.
This is the day that she will extract her revenge...